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Check mate.
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Down your pants.
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04-27-2004, 01:54 PM
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ah...who are you again?
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: I live in my own world, i call it shmooglim.
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Thank you, but uh..I kind of dont know your name, just pm it to me and that should work. Thanks again
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04-27-2004, 02:07 PM
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Check mate.
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Down your pants.
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I'll just state it here. My name is Nicola Thame. =3 (Thame pronnounced 'Tame'. Silent H. Tehe.)
http://www.postpoems.com/members/rairai/ For those who are interested, more of my stuff.
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04-27-2004, 09:53 PM
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Cyberpunk Detective
Join Date: Nov 2003
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Ode to Pants
O' Pants! How I love thee! In winter, you keep me from turning blue and falling off! Ode to Banning O' Vulgarity! How I loathe thee! In forums, you keep me from being taken seriously! |
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04-28-2004, 05:08 AM
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Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny
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Disconnected
Set adrift Barely aware of the world Life is a quest for the next Net fix Desperately seeking meaning I've done this before But home's still so for away Chained to the PC Sometimes Freedom is having a place to go back to |
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04-28-2004, 12:42 PM
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Check mate.
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Down your pants.
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I deserve
paper-cut torture working a horrid 9 til 5 (I'm barely alive) My body solid end up in a mortuary voice unheard Just the same as this work same old grind (losing my mind) must keep on going need that pay work fingers to the bone for just another day...
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04-28-2004, 08:22 PM
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Cyberpunk Detective
Join Date: Nov 2003
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Global Warning
Haggard breaths Deep, empty, shallow My fingers are elongated flacid they lie Strength is waining Time is fleeting - a blur of sights sounds experiences exciting, imaginative they sate my appetite But here I am in Darkness save for a light a solitary light staring at me full on in the face And I'm tired My brain is like Jello It's melted Don't let my sacrifice fade without substance. There is a message here. 76 hours straight of Diablo would kill anyone. |
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04-29-2004, 12:53 AM
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Deus Lupus
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: The City of Angels
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Futility:
"Smitten"'s what a wise ones say And I'd myself be wiser too To turn my back and walk away from my ill fated love for you I know little of your life beyond what bit of you I see But dark hints of hidden strife make doubtful ending happily The music swells around us now as I sit next to you and sigh that fate, for me, would not allow our love, contrived to somehow die. No sane man's heart would linger here For tragedy makes its home too near --------------------------- Footnote: But then I see your warming smile Like sun through the ice of fear and know that I have lost both heart and mind to you But that I have gained a glimpse of paradise.
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04-30-2004, 11:51 AM
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Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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enduring life a joyous pain
in retrospect, not given name I wonder paths traveled long before the world has heard my song in times of truth not spent in light of just recompense for slights at hands of pure unblemished beauty, to be sure my name has meaning beyond its seeming obvious surface, a great one my life it states, in one tongue to the world in one verse with aplomb, without rehearse tearing holes in shadowed places staring horrors in their faces save this place from its fade and rebuild the yesterday send me back through my will to that lovely, greenwood hill uhm, i guess thats ok =) I noticed I mispelled "staring" a few weeks after I posted this, and I fixed it! I am truly neurotic. Last edited by Zoamelgustar; 05-30-2004 at 04:36 AM. |
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04-30-2004, 11:56 AM
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Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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Possessed of an errant judgement
Replete with words indelicate Intentions left as sacrament To a fate disowned Erudite and studious She shines as snow in sun My favor seems erroneous My lies as dust to wind Evermore I search for freedom Never finding yet always having I build the walls to a kingdom Ruled by madness known as I The meanings in my speech are lost Replaced by spoken pretty trash Newly thawed and returned to frost Is my heart, as ice? Taken for a greater man When by rights a boy Denying ugly truths I can Hiding all I can’t If gifted by a god unknown Who to ask what boons are granted? When first we meet what selves are shown? Still always I do I remain The madness know as I can see The lies in truth apparent The forest absent of a tree While auburn leaves descend Erick Diaz, March 22,2004 |
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